Oh hey, Monday.
Will is going through a very funny picky eating stage (it is not funny, I have zero time for it), and we’re patiently waiting it out because what else can we do. Commence beatings?…
Beck and I were talking yesterday about how these will be the last cactus blanket pictures, and I was just like WHAT.IS.HAPPENING. He’s one. One!
Little Light of Mine just doesn’t even begin to describe Will. As I look back on this year I feel a pretty big mix of nostalgia, happiness, regret, and disbelief at the sheer speed of the passage of time. But that’s about the year, not about Will. Will is the sweetest little light and has been the most wonderful addition to our family. His curious, vibrant little personality has started to show itself more and more the last several months, and he is just the best tiny person.…
For the last baby, can we keep counting months forever?
Will “turning” 11 months has brought tons of fun growth and development for him, tons of nostalgia for me. It’s not sadness, necessarily. I’m very careful to focus on how pleased I am every time one of my kids hits a milestone, and I really am pleased for them. It’s just that I like almost all of the stages of babyhood so much, when things turn out to be the last time I feel nostalgic for how quickly things are going.
- The last time Will rode in his infant carrier.
- The last time we gave him a baby food pouch.
- The last time we quartered (yes) blueberries for him.
- The last time we gave him a bath in the sink.
None of it was intentional and we didn’t know in the moment that it was the last time, it just was.